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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 4
BY CHILI PEELER 

     "Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to her pacing son.
     It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were both in the front
room of the house awaiting the arrival of Brenda.
     "Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window. "You would think
she'd at least be on time."
     "She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and she was coming. Why
don't you wait upstairs in your room? You can get ready."
     Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting ready' meant looking
at some dirty magazines so he would come to the bed in an aroused
state. Sharon had thought it would be less awkward for Brenda.
     "O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward the way upstairs
but stopped in the doorway to say, "But if Brenda chickens out, you're
going to be the one on the receiving end later on."
     'I almost wish Brenda does not show up,' Sharon thought after he
tromped upstairs. She put the magazine down that she had been thumbing
through and walked to the window herself.
     The last couple of days had been very strange. She had never needed
her son like she had since she had suggested her idea to Brenda. It might
have awakened some desires of her own to have another child because
she had fucked Brad every day since Monday. Yesterday, she had taken
him in the morning again, wanting him to have all night to build up for
Brenda.
     Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their road. Too far away to
tell if it was Brenda but the car was the same color as hers. Sharon
walked to the front door and went out onto the front porch. She could hear
the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up the road.
     But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway as Sharon gave her
a welcoming wave.
     'My knees are shaking,' thought Sharon. 'What must Brenda be going
through!'
     "Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car and opening the
back door to pull out a small travel bag.
     "Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon said walking down
the steps to meet her halfway. They hugged briefly in the sunshine.
     "A little excited, actually," Brenda said when they unclenched.
     Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she had thought she
would have to bolster her courage. But Brenda was all smiles.
     "Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went inside and Sharon
asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen table for a moment.
     "Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on the table and sitting
down.
     "He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep him there until we were
ready for him," Sharon said as she poured them some ice tea. "I think
there are a few things to cover before we go up."
     "Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass of ice tea and
Sharon sat down opposite from her at the table.
     "Well, we've talked about how best to do this. You'll be wearing the
nightshirt and be under the covers. Brad will get under the covers and
remove his shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets into bed."
     Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon stopped.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon....just hearing you talk about Brad that way..."
     "I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon said and they both had a
little laugh. "Now, getting back to the subject...uh, Brad has told me that
he is....fairly well endowed."
     'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon thought as she watched
Brenda mull over what she had said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might be
the same way but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the
supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were upstairs.
     "Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.
     "No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you didn't bring any."
     "You know, I didn't even think about that.....Sharon, I've got a little
confession to make. Sitting here, I feel like it's the first night of my
honeymoon. I mean, my body is excited....that way."
     'God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad!' Sharon thought.
     "Brenda, uh....that's understandable, dear. You're just thinking about
being with child...that's all it is," Sharon rationalized for her.
     "Yeah," Brenda agreed.
     "You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear," Sharon continued.
"It's natural for us to get excited over the sexual act. That's why we do it
even when we are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying to stay
professional about it which is really sort of unnatural....so, don't feel bad
for
feeling the things you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."
     "Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going through....the
only thing that scared me about all this was, what if....I enjoyed the act
with Brad to the extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.
     Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work besides Brenda's
babymaking desires. She could be mistaken but she thought Brenda was
looking forward to getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.
     "Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing wrong with it if it
did. I don't have to tell you how good it can feel. You're not going to be up
there shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again. "Besides,
you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"
     "Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I married your son."
     "You know how much I like having you in the family," Sharon
responded, patting her hand. "Ready to go up?"
     "Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they headed upstairs.
     

     Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips and reached up to pull
her hair from out of the neck of the sleepshirt. The shorts and blouse she
had worn were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's bedroom bath.
     "God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection. Her nipples were
more than apparent through the nightshirt's fabric. She wished she had
brought a bra. And under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with
moisture.
     'This is not going to be like your dreams,' she told herself.
     She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's bedroom, where her
mother-in-law sat on her bed.
     "That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad won't see a stitch of you.
Come on and get into bed."
     Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda crawled into bed.
     "Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said, motioning to the
bookcase headboard of the bed. She saw a small bottle of oil sitting there.
"My suggestion is use a lot....we want things to go right the first time. We
should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out afterward so you don't feel
uncomfortable."
     "You'll take him out?"
     "Yes, I'll be over in that chair."
     Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the opposite side of the room
beyond the foot of the bed.
     "So, you'll be in the room during.....?!" Brenda was a little surprised.
It
wasn't that she was against the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad
was a good idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep Brad in
line she supposed. But she was surprised that Sharon would want to
be...it was sort of weird.
     "Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were in the room, I could
monitor things. I think Chris, if he ever were to find out, would appreciate
me not leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"
     "Yeah, that does make sense," she conceded. "Brad knows about
this?"
     "Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any problem with it. I'll be
way over there and with the covers over you, I won't see anything."
     "Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."
     "Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a few moments. I'll come
back to see if you're ready and then go back and tell Brad to come in when
he's ready....oh, let me get a towel for you."
     Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel.
     "Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all over..I'll be back in a
few minutes." Sharon went out, closing the door behind her.
     Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel perpendicular to
her body under her bottom. She pulled the covers back over her and raised
her legs so her knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil, carefully
opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left hand, transporting the
oil between her legs that way.
     She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of her sex. She had
freshly shaved the area the day before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair near
the top. She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil, enjoying having
to use her fingers to hold herself open so the oil would slicken everything
up.
     'God, bring Brad on!' she half-joked, sitting the bottle back on the
headboard. 
 

     'Look at those fucking titties,' Brad said to himself.  They defied
belief.
Big, round jugs with nipples that stuck upward, instead of straight out. He
turned the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his bedroom
opened and his mother walked in without knocking. She closed the door
behind her and leaned against it.
     "She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He saw her looking
at his hard cock as it lay on his belly before she answered.
     "Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready for you," his
mother said, walking over to sit by him on the bed. "I can see you're ready
for her."
     "So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?" he asked.
     "Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.
     "Whatthehell does that mean?"
     "I think she's looking forward to it," his mother said, lifting her hand
to
slowly trace her fingers on the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that
she was excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her off."
     "Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking at her to see if she
was pulling his hog. He couldn't see any deception.
     "Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling you so it doesn't
surprise you. If it happens, if you get her off, don't make a big deal out of
it
in front of her. I want you to be a gentleman....if you screw this up, it's
going to be quite some time before we sleep together again."
     "Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's O.K. with you in the room?"
     "Yes, she saw the logic in that."
     "I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just wanted to hear her
squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"
     That had been the thing that he had learned on Monday morning. His
mother was turned-on by the whole baby-making thing. She'd finally
admitted that watching them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had
finally worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris plan. She wasn't
going to be able to watch but she'd hear most everything - the squeaking
bed, her groans and this loud, finishing grunt that he had auditioned for her
so she would know right when he was cumming.
     "Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him as she got up. "I'll
be right back, so get your shorts on." She went out of his bedroom, leaving
the door open.
     'Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this!' he thought gleefully
as she pulled on a ratty pair of Bermuda shorts and zipped them up
carefully to avoid catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little to
hide
the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that reason. 'Give Brenda a little
idea of what she's gonna be getting!'
     He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward his mother's
bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung out in his doorjamb.
     Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out to him. She
motioned him with a forefinger and a smile, out of Brenda's sight, to come
to her room.


     "He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned back to her.
     "Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at her.
     Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a pair of old shorts
and Brenda couldn't help but notice the tent in the front. And Brad didn't try
to hide it, she thought. He just stood there with his hands on his hips as
his mother closed the door behind him.
     "Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.
     "Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the other side of the bed
and crawled under the sheets. It was a king-size bed so he was still some
way from her. "Ready to make a baby?"
     "Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as she walked to the foot
of the bed.
     "Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad said as she felt him
removing his shorts.
     "Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told him. "This is a
stressful situation, especially for Brenda."
     "I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad muttered as he threw his
shorts on top of the covers.
     "It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is trying to watch out for
me. But everything's O.K., Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and that'll be
that. Right, Brad?"
     "Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing it forever."
     Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at ease and ready to do
his duty for their family.  
     "Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she walked over and sat in her
chair.
     Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully, using her hands to
pull her hair up so it wouldn't be under her. It was a motion she usually did
in her bed with her husband but now she was doing it for his younger
brother. And it excited her.
     Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight on his hands,
holding his chest about six inches above her as his knees found the space
between her legs. She made the space wider and raised her knees. She
started to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to expose her
womanhood.
     All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees, his upper body moving
up as his hands grabbed the sheets like a cape. Looked down without
thinking and she was looking right at Brad's erection.
     "Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a pony! She'd never
seen an organ that thick!
     Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back over her, pulling the
covers up around their shoulders.

     'Brenda took the bait!' Brad thought, unable to stop a big smile. He'd
been thinking about that maneuver since they had set down the rules of
the session. 'Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she got an eyeful!'
     His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair, would not have seen
anything. As far as she knew, he was just going to get in and get out. But
he wanted to test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told his mother
she was excited. The next couple of seconds would tell if this was going to
be fun for both of them or just a great masturbation for him. 
     Brenda looked up at him again and her face had lost that detached, all-
business look. She looked turned on! Brad decided to press the issue
immediately. He lowered himself down on her until his chest was pressing
against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was digging into her shrouded
crotch.
     "If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very softly.
     "We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it didn't sound fully
sincere.
     "Brenda, I want to be honest with you....I've wanted to fuck you for a
long time. I want you to fuck me back...not just lay there."
     Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted her lips.
     "I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered finally.
     "This is cheating. Don't kid yourself...let's enjoy it, Brenda. It's like
a
'One Free Cheating' card in Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against the
soft splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering breath. Oh, see
wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want you to let yourself go. This is going to
be our secret."
     She remained silent but her hands came up to softly hold his sides.
     "Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.
     "Yes."
     "You're going to love it in your pussy," he whispered confidently.
     "Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said weakly, closing her
eyes.
     "All right...act like you don't want it," he whispered, "but pull your
shirt
up just the same." He waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the whole
thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't hot for it.
   But then her hands moved down and he felt her shirt being dragged
upward under his erection.
   Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds of her womanhood
touching the bottom of his manhood. He was surprised by the textures;
he'd imagined Brenda would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt like
Brenda had shaved herself bare!
   'Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her. I'd love to get a look
at that pussy....work her over with my tongue a bit!' Brad wished but he
knew he'd never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her pussy! 
   He worked his hips back a little and felt the head of his prick slide down
out of hair into hot fleshy skin, the inner labia of his sister-in-law.
Somewhere in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch several
times looking for that sweet spot. But he was so erect, he couldn't get it
down far enough; he kept rubbing into what had to be her clit because he
kept feeling hair too.
   "Lower," Brenda whispered.
   He had reach back between them with his right hand and push himself
down. He was pressing into her skin, pushing down and then it found the
mark. Most of the head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt the
going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted to be sure he went slowly
as always.
   "I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal voice. It was O.K.
for his mother to hear that. In fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot she
was back there.
   Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed but her hands
gripped his sides a little harder.
   'I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.'
   He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his cock pop through
the gateway of her pussy. The ring of her pussy portal clamped around his
shaft as he inched it in.


   'How did he know?...Could he see it on my face?' Brenda wasn't able to
answer the questions in her mind. Not with Brad's thick member sliding
into her excited body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up even more
the way he had talked to her.
   'I'm going to cum...I know I am...he's going to start fucking me and I'll
cum...he'll feel me cumming!'
   He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising fullness slowly in.
She tried to relax her loins but, instinctively, they cramped up in delicious
shivers around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her husband's
brother.
   "You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she felt his pubic bone
pushing into her and what she knew must be his balls against the lower
swells of her flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."
   'So do you!' she wanted to tell him but she bit her lip. It was going to be
hard to be around Brad as it was after all this was over. 
   He left himself all the way in her and it was all she could focus on. If
he'd
started moving it in and out, she could have gone on to something else,
kept her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned a hole in her
mind.
   The dream came back to her, his girth was like that in the dream, his
skin was pressing on her exposed clit, his heavy scrotum against her ass,
full of baby-syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!
   Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The nightshirt, the thin cotton
nightshirt, suddenly felt like a wool blanket, her body was burning up. The
heat was mentally generated, not real.
   'No...not yet!!' she managed to think right before her pussy started
convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd cum and he hadn't even started
fucking her!
   "UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop herself.

   Sharon was wondering what was happening under the covers of her bed.
Things seemed to be taking an awfully long time to get started. She hoped
it was just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's feelings and
body.
   "I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son say from under the
covers. 
   Sharon sat back in her chair.
   She knew what was happening now. Brad was working himself into her
body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling a warmness growing in her own
loins. She knew what Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew
the satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.
   She thought she heard some whispering from under the covers after a
moment. She began to lean forward when a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the
bedroom. It was definitely Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an
expression of sexual stimulation.
   The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't the thrusting
motion she had been expecting; it was more of a thrashing motion. It
quieted down after a few seconds.
   'Is that it?' Sharon thought. 'I would have thought Brad would have lasted
longer than that....but it is Brenda and he might have gotten too excited.'
   She was thinking about speaking out but then the covers started moving
the way she had envisioned. Brad's ass was pumping.


   'She is fucking hot!' Brad swore to himself as Brenda's pussy jerked
around his skewering prick. 'Cumming all over my cock....oh, I'm gonna
take her there again....gonna fuck her good!'
   She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under him, her sharp
fingernails were digging in his sides, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly.
Her pretty face was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil in her now
juicy twat.
   And then...right there....a slight, slight smile on her lips as her face
began to slacken and her climactic movements ended.
   'Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right....God, I can't believe Chris gets this
whenever he wants!'  He let his weight down on her, wanting to feel her
curvaceous form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed
themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples through the shirt. His
face slipped past hers, his cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity
variety of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow under her
head. 
   Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to her. And then he felt
her face turning to him slightly, pressing itself against his hair. Then he
felt
the kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his hair, coming upon
his ear, kissing his ear!
   "Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.
   Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung a little as he rolled
his hips, withdrawing only about two inches from her hot, rich confines on
each slow piston-like pump.
   Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he pushed in as far as he
could. He began to mix up his rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts
quicker, sometimes slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always,
her breath filled his ear when he filled her.
   Her hands did not stay on his back. They started doing circles, rubbing
him, always moving a little lower. They were almost to the swell of his ass
when he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped, her hands
grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.
   With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass, he began to really
fuck her. She started moaning loudly, right into his ear. It sounded
deafening to him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bedroom.

   "Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuUUUGGGHH.....Oooohhhh!"
   Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises. All she was
aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding her pussy like she hadn't had in
years. Oh, Chris got her off and she was always satisfied but..... this
fucking was torrid.
   It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been popular back then
because she had developed early and because she'd been a "loose" girl.
There'd been a line of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd called a
lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back of cars, guys so horny
they'd just pull her skirt and panties off and mount her. No finesse back
then, they'd stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their weight
pinning her, hard cock slamming in her...... she'd loved it.
   The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd hadn't gotten knocked
up in her backseat ballets and now, here she was, mostly clothed, holding
the churning ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm was going to create
a life in her belly!

   Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her throat to represent the
shock of hearing Brenda getting so excited by her son's fucking and the
other hand under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her panties
were damp, her fingers rubbing the material into her own sopping slit.
   'Oh Brenda!..I know!...I know!' Sharon said to herself.
   In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it always did when she
and Brad made love. The covers were lifting and falling in the familiar
hurried heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and huffing.
   'I've got to get a hold of myself,' Sharon realized, pulling her hand from
under her skirt. In a few minutes, she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to
present an impartial, caring front to Brenda. 

   Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching to unload in his
brother's wife. Fucking her was better than he'd imagined it could be - she
was fucking him back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him into her
bald box at the same time.
   And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand was up under her
nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading her right breast. His tongue was in
her left ear. He was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost
straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing her clit just like
Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed her head away from him, her groans
whipping upward, building to a crescendo.
   "UHHHHH.....Oooh.....oOOOHH....HHHHHUUUUUUU!"
   Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up in a second
orgasm, this one much bigger than the first.
   It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved into her as deep as
he could and let loose.  
   "OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the grunt he'd told
his mother he would make. His cum jetted into Brenda's roiling vagina in
shuddering spurts, each feeling better than the first.



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